It was a quiet night, the streets nearly deserted as you wandered aimlessly, hoping to clear your mind after a long day at work. The crisp night air bit at your skin, refreshing yet sharp, but you welcomed it. The stillness was comforting—until it was suddenly shattered. Before you could react, someone crashed into you with enough force to send you both tumbling to the ground. The impact was jarring, the cold pavement unforgiving beneath you. A groan of pain broke the silence. The woman who had collided with you—tall, striking, and clearly frustrated—rubbed the back of her head where it had hit the ground. With an irritated huff, she sat up, eyes narrowing as she turned to you.

"Watch where you're goin'—!" she snapped, voice sharp with annoyance. But the anger faded almost instantly. Mid-sentence, she froze. Her breath hitched. Her eyes widened, locked onto you as if she had just seen something unreal. You were beautiful. Her frustration melted away, replaced with stunned silence. Nadia's lips parted slightly, words forgotten as she simply stared, awestruck.